Page 102 of The Sweetest Return

“Probably.”

“I like that.”

“What?”

“You not forcing yourself up because the day started.”

He was quiet for a second.

“I’m learning.”

“I can tell.”

“Careful, Mani. You keep sounding like you like me.”

My smile came before I could stop it.

“Last night gave you entirely too much confidence.”

“Nah. Last night confirmed some shit.”

Heat moved through me again.

“What exactly did it confirm?”

“That you still like putting your hands on me.”

My eyes closed.

“And you still like putting yours on my ass.”

“I loved putting my hand on your ass.”

“Dre.”

“What? We both were there.”

My thighs pressed together beneath the comforter.

“You’re doing a lot for eight in the morning.”

“Am I lying?”

I rubbed my thumb over my bottom lip, still tender from him. “No.”

His laugh came deeper this time, lower, rougher around the edges.

“See?” he said. “You remember.”

“I remember everything.”

The words slipped out before I decided whether I wanted him to know that.

Silence settled between us.

Then Dre said, quieter, “Me too.”

My nipples tightened.